Stealing the Show (PolyAm Fam #3)

Chapter 13

thirteen

raine

“Well…did you guys come to an agreement?” Danielle asked when I met her for lunch a couple of days later.

“I think so… Uh, oh god, Danielle, am I completely crazy for agreeing to do this?” I asked the question out loud that I’d been asking myself for several days straight.

“If you’d told me last year that I was going to fall in love with two men and get knocked up by one of them, carry his baby and not know until delivery which one impregnated me, I’d have said, ‘Oh, fuck no, I would never do anything so unbelievably insane,’ but here I am doing exactly that.” She raised her hands, palms out. “I am not here to judge you at all.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. That’s why I’m glad I have you to talk to. But I’m still pretty confused about most of it,” I admitted.

“I can do my best to answer your questions, at least about the pregnancy part. But only up to about week fourteen. I think that’s where I am now. Morning sickness is finally getting better. For fuck’s sake, I thought I was going to be puking my brains out for the rest of my life!” she complained.

“Bring it on,” I said, making the correlating gesture with both hands. “I honestly can’t even imagine it. I’ve been trying to picture peeing on the stick and getting the two lines and telling Maggie and Leo, but I…I don’t know, I just can’t see it yet.”

“I know I never saw it coming.” She grinned and stirred the ice in her drink before taking a sip. “I never imagined how over the moon Aris and Noah would be either. They are taking this dad thing so seriously. Like they are almost trying to out-dad each other. It’s adorable!”

I stared at her, blinking slowly. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Noah is looking for a house right now, and Aris keeps rejecting all of his picks because he doesn’t think they’re safe enough or that there’s the right space for a nursery or whatever. Like he said, ‘Oh, that one was built in 1954. It probably has lead paint.’ Or ‘Look at that staircase. That doesn’t look safe. You couldn’t put a gate on those stairs.’”

I clasped both hands over my mouth, chuckling. “That’s freaking adorable! Leo will probably be like that too. Actually, their house doesn’t look that child-friendly, to be honest. It’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but it’s very adult. I guess they’re prepared to make changes to it.”

“Have you talked much about how involved you’ll be in the baby’s life?” she changed the subject back to me again.

“No, not really…” I let out a sigh. “I’m just trying to focus on the getting pregnant part now. I’ve been off the Pill for a week. I know it can take a while to start ovulating again. I think I’m gonna buy some of those predictor kits and see if I can figure out what’s going on with my hormones.”

“Wow, you’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” She reached out and patted my hand. “But don’t forget about the after-baby time too. You really need to figure that shit out before you get pregnant. What if you guys don’t see eye to eye on how involved you’re going to be?”

“Honestly, Dani, I don’t know if I want to be involved.” I scrubbed my hands down my face. “I’m really confused about all of it right now. They’re poly—I don’t know how involved they would want me to be, but what about my future? My career? I can’t live off their surrogate payments forever. After the baby is born, that’s probably it, right? I mean, I’ll have to move on with my life.”

“You still want to get a job designing costumes, don’t you?” Danielle asked.

I scoffed. “Well, of course I do! I’m not working my ass off for this MFA for nothing!”

“Have you talked to Molly at all?” she asked. “You met her before, right? She’s the one who was part of Cynda and Jason’s polycule and then fell in love with that Scottish hunk? She finished the master’s program last December and now she’s working in Indianapolis. They have a theater scene there, you know. You should see if they’re hiring.”

“Yeah, maybe I will.” I sighed. “You’re not bi, right?”

Danielle giggled. “Um…why, you wanna fuck me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean, you’re pretty and all, but… Seriously, Danielle, I’m just thinking a lot about Leo and Maggie and my relationship with them, what I want out of it, what they want out of it. I just don’t know how these poly relationships work. I have zero experience with it. I mean, I have experience with men. I have experience with women, but not a man and woman at the same time who are married to each other. It’s a totally different dynamic.”

“Well, you should talk to Cynda about that, to be honest. She’s our resident polyam guru. Tell you what, why don’t I set up a girls’ night out for the four of us? Well, five, probably because Molly might want to bring her girlfriend, Poe. Are you interested in that?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, actually. Maybe I’ll bring Bonnie too. She has been grilling me about Maggie and Leo, but I don’t know how to tell her about the surrogacy thing. Do you think I should?”

“I mean, if you’re living with her, and you’re pregnant…if you’re throwing up anywhere near as much as I am, she’s gonna put two and two together,” Danielle warned me.

“Yeah, you may be right.” I shook my head and huffed out another sigh. “Not to mention all of their questions have brought up some interesting stuff about my own genes, you know?”

She leveled her hazel gaze on me. “They know you’re adopted, right?”

I nodded. “I told them I’d try to find out more, but…honestly, it’s pretty daunting. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Didn’t you say you did the DNA test last year?” She tilted her head like it would help her memory. “And you thought you found a sibling?”

“Yeah…a half-brother on my birth mom’s side contacted me, but I kind of blew him off. Maybe I will try to reconnect. It’s so awkward though. ‘Hey, I’m thinking about having a baby for this couple I know, and they want to know what kind of genes I’m packing.’”

“Well, maybe don’t word it like that!” Danielle laughed. “Oh, Raine, just try to relax. I know there’s a lot to think about, but it’s all going to take time. Everything will fall into place. I have a good feeling about all of it.”

“You do?” It was a role reversal. Usually, I was the optimist, and she was the pessimist—though she would probably call herself a realist. I was the one who didn’t usually get myself bogged down in all the minute details of something, just focused on the vibes and the big picture, but this was all forcing me to drill down. I didn’t like it. I felt like a fish out of water in more ways than one.

She nodded and patted my hand. “It’s weird that I’m the one telling you things will work out, but I feel like you’re on the right track. Where you’re meant to be.” She tucked a piece of her long hair behind her ear. “Oh, hey, what’s going on with the case of the missing jewelry?”

“Well, believe it or not, Leo is going to help me out. He knows some university cops. He’s going to ask them to look into it. Waiting to hear back from him any day about it, in fact.” I didn’t know him that well yet, but I trusted him. He seemed like the type of person to never let anyone down. I needed someone like that in my life.

“Nice! Well, I am really hoping they’ll figure something, and you’ll be off the hook. That way you can put your surrogacy funds to better use.” She leaned closer to me as if fishing for the juicy details. “How much are you getting paid, anyway?”

“Maggie is drawing up the contract as we speak,” I said. “I should know soon.”

* * *

Dear Tyler,

Hi, I know when we spoke last year, I said I wasn’t ready to communicate with my biological relatives. A lot has changed since then, and I am now in the position that I need to know some family medical history if at all possible. You wouldn’t happen to know any of that on our mother’s side, would you? If not, perhaps you could put me in touch with someone who would?

I hope all is going well for you in life. I’m open to further communication if you are.

All the best, your sis,

Raine Rivera

I sent the message before I had a chance to change my mind. Now I’d just have to wait and see if he could help me with my questions. That only helped with one side of the family, but it was something.

leo

Days off during nightshift work always felt weird. No one else is off work, and you don’t know whether to sleep during the day or wait until night so you can feel normal. I’d done it both ways, and neither ever felt right. It took a toll on my body.

I decided to split my sleep with a nap in the morning, then trying to sleep with my lovely wife at night. But let me tell you the other caveat of nightshift work—if you attempt to sleep during the day, doesn’t matter what time, every single person who has ever wanted to contact you will do it while you’re trying to sleep.

Case in point: as soon as I started to drift off, my phone buzzed with a text.

I always checked because I worried it would be Maggie, and she would be in the middle of some sort of crisis. Another fun thing about being a cop—you could imagine way more and much more colorful (read: bloody) crises than non-cops.

But it was Raine:

Raine: Hey, hope I’m not bothering you, but I wondered if you’d had a chance to talk to anyone over at the IU police department about the missing jewelry?

Oh, shit. I’d gotten so caught up in discussing our surrogate strategy with Maggie and what all needed to be in the contract that I’d forgotten Raine’s predicament that I’d promised to help out with. I wasn’t starting off this relationship on the right foot by making promises and not keeping them, was I? Guilt shot through me—especially since I never wanted her to think we were using her for her eggs and uterus.

I mean, her eggs and uterus were quite desirable, but we wanted the whole package.

Me: I need to get some more info from you. Pictures would help. Can we meet up to discuss?

Raine: Sure. I can come there, or you can come here. My roommate is in and out though.

Me: Maggie is at work, so I have some free time this afternoon if you want to drop by.

And just like that, we had plans for an afternoon date. I texted Maggie to let her know, and she responded:

The Wifey: I’m gonna fantasize about you fucking her all afternoon.

I smiled. I loved that the idea of me fucking another woman turned her on so much. I felt the same way about seeing her with other partners.

The Wifey: Damn it, now I’m getting horny.

A few minutes later:

The Wifey: Might have to lock my office door and take care of myself. You don’t think anyone will mind, do you?

Me: Go for it, babydoll. Send me a pic if you do.

Mmm, now that she’d planted the thought in my mind, I hoped I could convince Raine to partake in some afternoon delight. She was probably too young for that reference, though, right?

A few hours later when my doorbell rang, I was freshly showered. I left the stubble on my face, hoping she liked the slightly feral look of an Italian man who misses a day of shaving.

“Hey,” she greeted me, lifting up on her tippy-toes to press a kiss to my cheek.

“I think we can do better than that.” I took her hand and whirled her into my arms, caging her against the wall beside the door, my face inches from hers. “I’d prefer greeting you with a real kiss.”

She audibly gulped. “Okay?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“Um…no?” Her wide, innocent eyes raked across my face, then closed when I angled my head and cupped her jaw in my hands to give her a proper greeting. My lips grazed hers tentatively, the softest nibble before parting her lips with my tongue and drawing out a moan that went straight to my crotch.

Fuck…already hard for her, and we hadn’t even discussed her dilemma yet. It was going to be a long afternoon at this rate.

“Uh…” Her eyes shot down to my crotch.

I backed away. “Yes?”

She looked about to say something, but then she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, I know I’m here to discuss the missing jewelry, but I couldn’t help but notice…” She trailed off there.

I grabbed her hand and pressed it to the front of my shorts. “You couldn’t help but notice how hard I am for you?”

“Well…I mean, yeah. Kind of hard not to notice. Pardon the pun.” She was still giggling. “Sorry, I’m like a twelve-year-old boy sometimes.”

I pulled her back into my arms. “You are nothing like a twelve-year-old boy, Raine. You are one hundred percent woman, and I know what your pussy feels like when I slide my cock deep inside it.”

Her face flushed ever so slightly. “Me too…and it feels amazing.”

“So, fuck first and discuss the other stuff after?” I tossed the ball into her court, releasing my arms from around her so she could make a decision.

“What about Maggie?” She stepped toward the kitchen. “I don’t want her to feel left out.”

I passed her, heading into the kitchen. “Want a drink? I’m gonna have a beer.”

“I’ll have one too.” She leaned against the countertop. “But you didn’t answer my question about Maggie.”

“Do you want to know what Maggie thinks?” I handed her the beer I’d just opened for her before opening my own and taking a swig.

“Well, yeah, of course I do.” She took more of a sip than a swig of her beer.

I slid my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to the messages my wife and I exchanged before Raine’s arrival. Her eyes widened as she perused them, then nearly bulged out of her head when she got to the photos my wife showed of her lush tits pulled out of the lacy cups of her bra, and her businesslike skirt hiked up so her thighs were exposed.

“She masturbated right there at work?” Raine’s mouth gaped open.

“Yeah, thinking about you and me fucking,” I clarified. “She has her own practice, you know. Well, she has one partner, and they share a secretary. She must have had a clear schedule this afternoon.”

“Well, in that case, I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.” Raine shrugged and gave me a hopeful eyebrow waggle.

I downed the rest of my beer, then I lifted her up on the countertop.

“Whoa!” she protested. “What are you planning to do?”

“You wearing anything under that dress?” I noticed she tended to favor summery dresses now that summer had fully kicked in.

“Panties,” she said, squirming under my gaze.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” I hooked my fingers under the waistband, my eyes never leaving hers, and ripped them down her thighs, making her squeal.

“Damn it, Leo, did you?—”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because I’d already buried my face between her thighs, feasting on her pussy and stealing the words right out of her mouth.

She gave up on trying to speak, resorting to soft sighs and raspy moans as I let my tongue and fingers do the talking. It wasn’t long before she was coming all over my face, and when I looked up, her entire face and chest was flushed pink from my efforts.

“What about you?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me.” I pulled her down from the counter and whipped her around so she faced the other direction. I lifted her skirts to her waist and gave her full booty cheek a firm smack.

“I’m gonna fuck you doggy-style in the living room. There’s an ottoman in there that’s the perfect height. C’mon.”

She didn’t argue with me, just allowed herself to be led into the next room. Without a word, I pushed her down onto the ottoman on all fours. “Do you mind if I take a picture to send to Maggie?”

There she was, on her hands and knees, her dress hiked up around her waist, and her thick thighs and full ass cheeks on display, the right one decorated with a vivid pink outline of my hand. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes hooded. “Go ahead.”

I tapped on my camera app and found the best angle, then snapped a few pics and sent one to Maggie. The rest were going to become part of my spank bank.

Maggie texted back right away, and I immediately showed it to Raine.

The Wifey: Look at that perfectly round *peach emoji*. The only thing that could make it look better is if it was decorated with your cum.

“Damn!” was Raine’s reaction.

I walked around in front of her. She lifted her head and watched me unfasten my shorts and let them fall to my knees. I still held the phone in my other hand.

“You’re gonna suck me now, get me nice and hard for you, and I’m gonna send a pic of your throat stuffed full of my cock to my wife,” I warned her.

She choked out a “Yes, sir,” like a good little girl as I fisted my cock and brought it to her lips.

“Open wide, baby.” I didn’t give her a chance to take it slowly. I rammed it deep down her throat, making her gag. The picture I shot showed her watery eyes and lips straining around my thickness.

Sent that off to Maggie and got this response:

The Wifey: Holy shit, look at that mouth—made to take your cock. Get him nice and hard, baby girl, so he can fuck you.

Raine shuddered at the sensation as I held the phone in one hand and her head in the other, guiding her mouth up and down my shaft a few times before allowing her to pop off.

“You feel so fucking good, but I want to put this load in your pussy.” I walked back to the other end of her and nestled my cock in the tiny space formed where her ass, pussy and thighs all converged.

“Do it,” she sighed. “I need your cum inside me, sir.”

Fuck, the way she was obeying me and being such a good little fuckdoll was driving me wild. I hoped I could last. I pressed my tip to her entrance and just allowed the first few inches inside her before stopping.

She whined, “Oh, god, don’t stop there! Fill me up…please?”

I reached forward, wrapping a hand under her chin and gently squeezing her neck, forcing her to arch back toward me. “You want this cock?”

“Yes, please,” she begged in a raspy murmur as my hand tightened around her neck. “Oh, fuck. Leo! Fuck me, my god, what are you waiting for?”

She could barely get the words out through the fingers constricting her airway. Pushing back against me, she attempted to take me deeper, but I controlled myself with expert patience.

“Are you ready for this cock?” I asked her, my voice husky with need. My patience was running out as I pulsed against her entrance. She was dripping wet, and the tip of my dick glistened with her juices. My balls tightened as I thought about filling her up with my seed.

I was going to be doing a lot of this over the coming weeks, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Please…I…I need your cock.”

My jaw clenched as I tried to fill her inch by inch, but when I got to the halfway point, I grabbed her hips and buried myself with a punishing thrust, making her squeal at the sudden intrusion. “Hold on because I’m going to take you hard and fast. Be a good girl and let me use this pussy.”

“Please,” she whimpered, “please…”

That was all I needed to hear before my hips exploded in a relentless assault, pounding into her, balls slapping, sweat beading, thighs trembling. I gripped her hips so tight, I was sure I was leaving marks as what felt like a bucketful of cum rocketed up my dick.

“I’m coming, baby, draining my balls deep inside you,” I groaned as the spurts kept coming.

She cried out, her own climax surprising her as she bucked against me, squeezing every last drop of cum from me before I collapsed, breathless, on her back.